Chapter 1
There was no exception to any exception other than the rule. Anything
else was what it was supposed to be.
Any other feeling was meant to be felt due to pre-ordained plans. And that was called fate.
At least, to the average human it was. To her, it could be anything but.
She liked to alter things, see things fit to her liking. But who didn't?
Who wouldn't want life to follow a well drawn-out map that left
no feeling, no moment, and no action written in marker?
But life wasn't meant to work like that.
Life was meant to break only a few rules,
not all the rules.
Give her time and she would probably find a reason to come down from
this high.
Maybe exhaustion or possibly the thought of having to leave
behind this arena, this moment,
this destination in life. There would be a
reason. Just not one she looked for.
"Great job Trish,"
echoed from a fellow Canadian and she smiled. She
did a great job, didn't she? She was tough and put on a
good show. She
wasn't even the one that was pinned. That added up to something, right? She
didn't technically
lose in her hometown, did she? Not in her mind.
"Way to work the ring Stratus. Vince should�ve given you the belt
back,� Debra says so smoothly that she
thinks maybe that it�s sarcastic. But
it isn't. She gave more than just her all in that ring. She gave her
soul.
Aside from what they thought she was, she was Trish Stratus. She
wasn't the blonde with the breasts and the
looks and the sex appeal that
composed her character when she began in the World Wrestling Federation.
She
was now an established wrestler. She was a legitimate former Women's Champion.
She lacked the attitude to be the typical definition of a Diva, but she
glorified the
integrity that summed up the true meaning of a Diva.
But all of that is far from her mind. She just competed in her first
wrestling match for a
Wrestle Mania pay-per-view. She just took on
Jazz, an
already established assertive
wrestler, and Lita, the scarlet-haired
wildcat
that receives coos from the crowd
if she jumps up and down for ten
minutes,
in a triple-threat
match for the World Wrestling Federation Women's
title.
She just took
some of the most intense bumps she's had to take in her
wrestling career.
And she just proved why she deserves to be in the
upper
echelon of women's wrestlers in
the world. Damn it, she just gave her
hometown a show they won't soon forget.
And she was still riding the crest of her high. She was still
somewhere
between all the ivory
white clouds and the stars that peered through
them to
shine on the world.
Trish pulled her manicured nails through her golden mane, tying it up
into
a sloppy ponytail on her head. She yawned quietly and continued her
walk
through the Sky Dome. She felt the need to burst out into some song
that
Barbara Streisand once sung but composed herself. She smiled and waved
at
Adam as he passed her. She thought to speak, but he was caught up in
scribbling his name
on varied paraphernalia for a few of his fans. She
rolled her tongue over
her lips and continued to walk through the
backstage
area. She just couldn't
get used to calling him Edge instead of Adam
in
front of the fans.
Her hazel eyes glanced over Stacy Keibler as she raved about the show
while
Rob Van Dam
stood by boasting his win over William Regal. She didn't
feel
like talking work
and so she avoided the interviewers. She just stayed
on
her high and breezed past her
co-workers.
"You and Lita just guaranteed yourselves a match on Raw tomorrow
night,
Stratus. You did great out there. Keep it up," Vince McMahon said
briefly
as he passed her, Linda McMahon in tow. She smiled again. A match on
Raw?
An approving remark from Mr. McMahon? This was a feeling hard to
escape.
But Trish wasn't even going to try.
*Chp2*
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